Love With My Billionaire Boss

Meeting his daughter

Quinn dialed a familiar number on her phone,

"Hey mum... Yeah... I'm good..." She smiled even though her mum, wasn't there.

She explained the reason why she called to her mum.

"I want them to meet." She said as she stared at her reflection on the mirror.

Placing the call on handsfree, she dropped the phone on the table.

Her mother's clear voice floated over the phone.

"Do you plan on revealing the truth?" Nicole questioned.

"Not yet mother. I have my plans..." She replied.

"But allowing them to meet, is as good as revealing the truth. I believe your boyfriend is smart enough to coin facts. Isn't he?" Her mother chuckled.

"That's his business. And mum, he isn't my boyfriend. Stop calling him one." Quinn groaned.

"I've heard. I'm hanging up now. Emelda sends her regards. Tell your boyfriend, I said hi." Her mother hung up before she could say a word further.

"Hah... So mischievous." She smiled as she admired herself.

Just then a call came through,

"Hey, Stephen."

She apologized, and when he asked her if she would care to meet up, she declined.

"I'm sorry, but I don't think that would be possible. I apologize."

He hung up before she could continue.

A weird look plastered itself on her face,

What was wrong with him?

Just then the door to the bedroom opened and Henry came inside.

"Mr Henry, I believe I didn't give you permission to come inside. Did I?" She chided.

"Do I need your permission to come inside my own room?" Henry smirked.

"Your room?" Quinn stood up and came to stand in front of him.

"Yes. My room. You look ravishing today, Quinn." His eyes ogled over her body.

Quinn sighed inwardly at his choice of words.

Among all compliments available, he choose to use 'ravishing'.

Pervert!

"Thank you. You may leave now." Quinn folded her arms and shooed him away.

"Leave? There is no way that is going to happen." Henry shrugged.

Quinn made to return to the bed, when Henry suddenly pulled her back, and pinned her on the nearest wall.

"What are you doing?" She hissed sharply.

"Nothing." Henry's eyes darkened with desire as he roamed his eyes over her exposed cleavage.

"Then let me go." Quinn glared at him.

"I want you." He whispered seductively beside her ear.

"That's your business, Mr Henry. Sort it out." Quinn made to push him back.

But he was swift. He grabbed her hands and placed them above her head.

"You said I should sort my business out, isn't it? That's exactly what I'm gonna do." His husky voice sounded beside her ears.

He bit her earlobes softly, earning a moan from her.

He then licked her collarbone slowly,

"Uhhh..."

Quinn pressed her back firmly on the wall...

Desire was already pooling in between her legs.

Henry always turned her on, without expending much efforts.

"You equally want it the way I do, don't you?" Henry blew warm air in her ears.

She shivered and wrapped her hands around his waist.

Without warning, he dragged her towards the bathroom, opened the door and pushed her inside. He closed the door behind him.

He turned on the shower, and dragged her under it, fully clothed.

She shivered at the chilly feeling on her body.

"Are you out of your fucki-"

Her words were stopped by his sudden assault on her lips.

He kissed her fiercely, pouring all his emotions into the kiss.

Biting her lower lips, he grabbed her ass, and gave it a soft squeeze.

*Mmm" She moaned into his mouth.

Her nipples were erect and they clearly showed through her short gown. Henry delved into her mouth, and they engaged in a French kiss.

They broke free from the kiss to catch their breaths.

"I want to fuck so hard. That's what you get for wearing such provocative clothes." Henry whispered into her ears.

Quinn subconsciously nodded. Her mind wasn't even focused on his words.

Henry squeezed her peaches softly and captured her lips again.

Quinn could feel his rock hard member, against her stomach.

His hands traveled down her dress, and shifted her lace panties through her wet dress. His two fingers slipped into her very wet pussy.

"Mmmm...." She moaned into his mouth.

His hands teased her pussy lips as he arched the middle finger.

At a fast pace, he began thrusting in and out of her pussy, with her fingers.

"Quinn gripped his shoulders tightly to maintain her balance. Her legs were shaking like jelly.

He broke away from the kiss and led her hands down to his lower region. He helped her unbuckle his belt, and drew his trousers down.

His rock hard member sprang up like a soldier at attention. Precum was already dripping at it's tip. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Quinn ran her hands over it, and went down on her knees.

She shook her head, and water splashed from her hair.

Maintaining eye contact with him, she ran her mouth over it's tip, sucking off the precum. She slowly took the whole of him into her mouth, almost gagging.

She watched him close his eyes in pleasure, as he gripped her hair guiding her.

"Fuck... Faster than that Quinn." He grunted.

Quinn took out his length, and spat a little saliva on it.

She rubbed her hands over it's folds, and then took him into her mouth again.

In an up and down motion, she began bobbing her head over his dick. Her throat made a gagging sound, and tears gathered in her eyes.

When did he become so big?

Henry opened his eyes as he grunted in pleasure, and his gaze landed on her reddened eyes.

What was wrong?

Did he hurt her?

He pulled himself out of her mouth, and she raised her head in protest,

"What's wrong?" Her words were sensually spoken.

"I should be asking you that Quinn. Why are your eyes red?" He pulled her up and hugged her tightly.

"Prepare the bathtub and get into it." He whispered.

Quinn nodded. The only thing separating them, was her panties. However, she could feel his length pressing against her pussy.